Dreaming, walking, wandering… They say not all who wander are lost. So when I wander into your dreams, maybe, just maybe I’m supposed to be there. Your subconscious has wished me there, hoping to send a message for when you wake. There’s something here; maybe friends maybe foes maybe star crossed lovers one may never know. So for now, my dear, beautiful soul… Close your eyes, lose control, and I will meet you there…
By A. Wright